2 posts tagged “life”

What do you do? We are raised to be the same, not think too much outside the box. We are all kids trying to conform. The sad thing being; the ones who have it right, well, we all think they are crazy.
"I am an artist."
What does that mean anymore? Being a good photographer is taken for granted now because anyone can fancy themselves one. All those 12 year old wannabes on myspace think photography is the best thing ever..that is if it's taken from above, and they look hot. Everyone travels the world now, and they take a thousand photos of everything they see. There are so many beautiful things in the world, and let's face it, if the lake is pretty; the picture is going to be pretty too. I just feel sad at the lack of creativity in the world. It sucks because I want to be a great artist and I have to justify my need to study it to others around me, saying "You can do lot's with photography..I could make money".But, you know what?! I just want to study something I am passionate about. I don't give a shit where it's going to take me!
So many great artists have been known to find beauty in everything, and all I can see lately is hate and betrayal, and it disgusts me.

In this world where everyone thinks they are different, where they are really just conforming, you know what kids, IF YOU CAN NAME IT, YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT FROM ANYONE ELSE!
I'm struggling to get around in the fake place.
HEY, I'm an artist too! Look at me!

x Madeleine Rose

hey, i'm an artist too!, by me

I worked till midnight last night, which was OK because of the boys I was working with, it always helps if they do their job and are nice and easy to work with, plus I love my manager because she hates working there as much as I do.
Anyway, then I came home and decided I needed to workout a little bit because I had eaten too much/bad food yesterday and hadn't done enough exercise (note:I am about to go for a walk/jog. Walk/jog because 1. Jogging or running is bad for the joints. 2. Because I am unfit and can hardly jog.) and so I didn't get into bed till about 1:30-2:00 and when I did, I was tired.
Well, I woke up this morning to my mum talking very loudly to my grandfather who had popped over, this was 9:30, I guess that was enough sleep in retrospect, but that's not what my brain was saying..so I went back to sleep. Then an hour later I awake to the sound of my mother on the phone, she was standing outside my bedroom..I don't know why. And when she talks on the phone, it's more a soft scream, she finds it neccesary to speak very loudly. At this point I thought it was time to get my lazy ass out of bed and do some shit, but I hate waking up when I don't want to, when someone wakes me up, it just makes me angry. ha.

That is all, just wanted to winge.

X Madeleine Rose.

I leave you with this awesome picture from Frankie Magazine.

i wish monkeys would play banjo to me!